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THE   DEVIL 
AT  THE   FAIR 


Or 


REFLECTIONS  ON  NUDE  ART 


BY 
THOMAS     H.     KENNEDY. 


PUBLISHED  BY  THOMAS  H.  KENNEDY 
1035  MARKET  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO,  CAL. 


COPYRIGHT,  1915,  BY  THOMAS  H.  KENNEDY. 
ALL  RIGHTS  RESERVED. 


c  *      Thomas     n. 


CHASE  &  RAE,  PRINTERS 
SAN  FRANCISCO,  CAL. 


CONTENTS 

Page 

THEY  SHAME  THE  DEVIL 1 

A  BAD  ADVERTISEMENT 7 

THE   BLOT   OF   SHAME 1  1 

THE  LOVERS'  EMBARRASSMENT -  1  5 

A  SMUTTY  DISGRACE 19 

THE  JEWEL  CITY....  22 


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PREFACE 

To  -boost"  our  glorious  Pair,  is  the  duty  of  every  loyal 
citizen.  Its  intelligent  and  generous  directors,  having  -gone 
the  limit"  to  make  an  Exposition  of  surpassing  grandeur, 
everybody  should  get  in  line  behind  the  band-wagon  and  cheer. 

All  the  buildings  are  profusely  embellished,  but  some  of 
the  decorations  reveal  amazing  taste...  Stuck  on  columns,  foun 
tains,  pedestals  and  panels,  all  around  the  Pair,  are  many  large 
nude  human  statues,  modeled  true  to  nature  and  astonishingly 
free  from  timid  or  prudish  concealment  of  things  usually  cov 
ered  with  fig  leaves  or  breechclouts. 

The  figures  are  grand  and  inspiring  spectacles,  calculated 
to  arouse  great  religious  enthusiasm  in  ordinary  observers- 
but  the  statues  of  ANGELS,  also  shown  stripped  STARK 
NAKED,  with  spreading  wings  and  exposing  conspicuous  sex 
ual  objects,  are  certainly  ne  plm  u\ira  embellishment  which 
may  cause  pious  visitors  and  the  clergy  to  glow  with  enthusi 
astic  pride,  and  sing  peans  for  the  Pair  directors  and  their 
exalted  ideals. 

With  -naked  truth"  it  is  a  startling  advertisement  for 
Western  morality,  also  jocosely  appreciated  by  tenderloin 
habitues,  and  curiously  edifying  for  innocent  children.  Con 
sidering  that  the  wise  and  zealous  officials  expended  a  stupen 
dous  fortune  for  this  chaste  and  beautiful  feature,  all  should 
cheerfully  assist  in  giving  deserved  notoriety  to  Art  of  such 
transcendent  gracefulness  and  purity.  Hie  patet  ingenii*  campu*. 
(Here  is  a  field  open  for  genius.) 


THEY  SHAME  THE  DEVIL 


The  gates  were  closed,  the  visitors  had  gone, 
And  all  was  silent  in  the  early  morn ; 
When  Satan,  musing  in  the  heated  air 
Of  Hell  concluded  to  inspect  the  Fair. 
He'd  heard  so  much  from  recent  guests  below, 
About  the  beauty  of  the  famous  show, 
That  he  decided  to  forsake  his  throne 
And  pay  a  visit  to  the  place  alone. 
Then  to  the  "  Jewel  City"  fast  he  flew, 
Perched  on  a  roof  which  gave  a  general  view ; 
Looked  o'er  the  moonlit  scene  of  domes  and  towers, 
On  fairy  landscapes  spread  with  palms  and  flowers, 
And  charmed — as  devils  may  be — muttered:  "Well, 
Tis  much  more  pleasant  than  some  spots  in  Hell. ' ' 
Next  to  the  ground  with  buoyant  wings  did  glide, 
And  viewed  the  wonders  seen  on  ev'ry  side; 
Surveyed  the  buildings,  scanned  each  grand  facade 
Of  lofty  height,  with  ornament  displayed; 


2  THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR 

Roamed  thro'  the  highways  and  at  ev'ry  turn, 
Some  new  surprise  which  pleased  him  did  discern, 
Then  stopped  and  gazed  where  naked  statues  high 
On  massive  columns,  caught  his  startled  eye. 
"What,  w-h-a-t!"  he  uttered,  as  with  thoughtful  stare, 
He  eyed  each  modeled  form  with  buttocks  bare, 
Then  chuckled,  wond'ring  at  rude  objects  seen 
On  shocking  fronts  where  fig  leaves  should  have  been. 

"Blazes!"  he  muttered  with  amused  inspection, 
"They'll  say  that  this  was  done  by  my  direction; 
And  yet  in  all  my  heated  realm  of  Hades, 
Such  smutty  sights  were  ne'er  exposed  to  ladies. 
These  Western  people  must  have  morals  queer, 
To  stand  for  statues  which  confront  me  here ; ' ' 
Then  turned,  and  down  another  lane  he  went 
With  noiseless  hoofs,  on  observation  bent; 
When  lo !  where'er  he  went,  he  saw  the  same 
Disgraceful  figures  with  their  flaunting  shame; 
Nude  forms  of  men  on  ev'ry  building  placed, 
And  women's  too,  with  nakedness  debased. 
' '  'Tis  strange, ' '  he  mused,  '  'that  such  would  mortals  please, 
When  Hell  would  frown  at  art  so  rank  as  these, 
And  if  an  artist  dared  my  realm  degrade 
With  nasty  sculpture  such  as  here  displayed, 
We'd  quickly  place  him  down  in  Fiddler's  Green, 
And  doubly  roast  him  for  his  figures  mean; 
For  souls  and  devils  would  alike  protest 
'Gainst  art  so  filthy  as  these  forms  undressed." 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR  3 

While  musing  thus,  he  paused  and  more  amazed, 
'Neath  "Tower  of  Jewels"  on  two  panels  gazed, 
V/here  stunning  groups  of  men  and  women  stood, 
All  true  to  nature  and  entirely  nude. 

"Hell  fire!"  he  uttered,  "here's  a  plastic  revel 
Of  clotheless  figures  that  would  shame  a  devil. 
I  wonder  what  Saint  Anthony  would  say 
If  shown  these  naked  women  made  of  clay?" 
Lo !  as  he  spoke,  the  holy  saint  was  there, 
And  looked  on  Lucifer  with  angry  glare. 

"I've  seen  them,  Satan,"  and  his  words  awoke 
The  silent  echoes  as  he  sadly  spoke. 
"Such  undraped  statues,  wickedly  obscene, 
On  ev'ry  building  in  the  place  are  seen, 
And  yet,  how  oft  do  hypocrites  here  prate 
Of  moral  culture  in  the  'Golden  State,' 
And  rail  at  Orientals  who  would  scorn 
To  show  their  offspring  such  a  shame  forlorn ! 
Yet  wond'ring  children  from  defilement  free, 
Shall  here  observe  what  childhood  should  not  see; 
While  with  the  boasted  culture  of  the  West, 
No  voice  of  censure  echoes  with  protest. 

"In  ancient  Rome,  its  most  licentious  days 
Ne'er  saw  such  filth  exposed  to  public  gaze, 
But  decent  fig  leaves  from  all  eyes  obscured 
Debasing  sights  which  here  must  be  endured. 
Now  follow,  Satan,  and  I'll  show  thee  worse — 
The  limit  vile  in  '  Court  of  the  Universe. '  ' ' 


4  THE   DEVIL   AT   THE   FAIR 

"Good!"  said  the  devil,  "to  the  place  proceed, 
For  once  I'll  follow  where  a  saint  may  lead." 

The  saint  led  on,  the  devil  followed,  soon 
They  paced  the  "Court"  illumined  by  the  moon, 
And  Anth'ny  pointed  to  a  column  high, 
Where  female  angel  loomed  against  the  sky, 
With  spreading  wings  and  form  of  graceful  mould, 
Nude  as  a  bathing  nymph  in  legends  old. 

"See,  Satan!  this,  a  'Pagan  Temple'  named, 
Where  Faith's  insulted  and  fair  Art  defamed. 
Now  tell  me,  ruler  of  eternal  Hell, 
By  mem'ry  sweet  of  times  ere  angels  fell! 
Didst  thou  ere  this,  behold  such  sight  debased 
As  the  wing'd  figure  on  this  fountain  placed, 
Or  see  an  angel  in  such  shocking  pose, 
Without  a  rag  from  shoulders  to  the  toes?" 

"Nay!"  said  the  devil  with  a  scowling  face, 
"And  Tophet  knows  not  such  a  foul  disgrace. 
Tho'  Dante's  page  and  Dore's  gifted  pen, 
Show  Hell  with  clotheless  dames  and  naked  men; 
It  is  not  so,  the  sinners  all  who  share 
My  regions  hot,  asbestos  garments  wear, 
And  ne'er  a  subject  to  my  care  consigned 
Exposes  naked  front  or  bare  behind; 
While  decent  devils  heap  the  burning  coals 
And  fling  the  brimstone  on  the  guilty  souls. 
Tho '  man  may  here  with  moulded  clay  depict, 
Exposures  vile  which  devils  interdict ; 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR  I 

However  bad,  Saint  Anthony,  the  least 
To  be  expected  from  each  artist  beast; 
That  they  to  mortals  would  nude  Art  confine, 
Nor  mock  with  shame,  angelic  forms  divine. 
See!  there's  another  standing  overhead 
The  fountain  yonder,  with  the  wings  outspread, 
Bare  as  born  baby,  by  my  spear-tipped  tail ! 
A  vulgar  sex-mark  shows  it  is  a  male, 
Conspicuous  modeled  in  its  proper  place, 
Plain  as  the  nose  upon  a  monkey's  face. 

"Rude  are  the  statues  on  the  buildings  tall, 
But  these  the  meanest,  vilest  of  them  all. 
Tho'  lost  forever  I  must  still  respect 
All  things  divine  which  I  may  ne'er  expect; 
But  when  mankind,  to  whom  sweet  Hope  is  given, 
Thus  libels  Faith  and  shames  the  hosts  of  Heaven; 
Then  Hell  for  such  should  open  wide  the  gate, 
And  Heaven  approve  each  sordid  sculptor's  fate. 

"The  nasty  figures  here  exposed  to  view, 
Would  feaze  my  fiends  and  make  all  Sheol  blue. 
Enough  for  me!  Saint  Anthony,  farewell! 
THEY  SHAME  THE  DEVIL!  I  return  to  Hell!" 

He  waved  adieu  as  sound  like  thunder  broke, 
And  Satan  vanished  in  a  cloud  of  smoke ; 
While  Anth'ny,  cursing  the  divine  disgrace, 
Arose  and  faded  in  the  moonlit  space. 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR 


A  BAD  ADVERTISEMENT 


Free  from  worry  or  care  I  went  out  to  the  Fair 
To  look  with  amazement  and  joyful  emotion, 

On  beautiful  buildings  with  arches  and  gildings 
That  rose  like  a  Fairyland  kissed  by  the  ocean. 


As  I  rambled  with  pleasure  I  thought  it  a  treasure,, 
Till  I  to  the  "Court  of  the  Universe"  came, 

Where  I  noticed  surmountin'  the  top  of  each  fountain, 
A  pair  of  nude  angels  that  shocked  me  with  shame. 


'Twas  a  twain  of  both  sexes,  and  this  is  what  vexes 
My  modesty  greatly  and  makes  me  deplore : 

Tho'  I've  seen  angels  clever,  I  know  that  man  never 
Beheld  one  so  vulgarly  naked  before. 


8  THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR 

The  pious  will  wonder  what  kind  of  a  blunder 

Was  made  when  they  modeled  the  angel  entire, 

And  if  we  don't  dress  him  they  never  will  bless  him, 
But  wish  him  in  Hell  or  a  thousand  miles  higher. 


And  the  female  angelic,  who  looks  like  a  relic 
Barbaric,  and  shocking  to  Modesty's  eyes; 

Would  surely  be  better  if  someone  would  get  her 
A  garment  to  decently  cover  her  thighs. 


Quite  astonished  I  wandered  and  paralyzed  pondered, 
When  placed  on  another  big  building  I  saw 

Close  to  one  of  the  portals,  nude  figures  of  mortals 
With  vulgar  exposures  disgracing  the  law. 


All  over  the  Fair  the  modest  may  stare, 

With  disgust  at  the  statues  so  vilely  unchaste — 

Men,  children  and  women,  all  ready  for  swimmin', 
Without  e'en  a  fig  leaf — the  town  is  disgraced. 


The  bishops  discernin'  fair  woman's  bare  stern  in 

The  groups,  will  denounce  the  rude  figures  undress 'd; 

While  parson  and  prior  with  deacon  and  friar, 

Will  frowning  declare  them  the  shame  of  the  West. 


THE   DEVIL   AT   THE   FAIR 


Our  visitors  coming  will  think  they  are  slumming 
'Way  back  in  old  Sodom,  or  city  much  worse, 

And  virgins  be  blushing  when  ''coppers"  are  hushing 
The  railing  of  people  who  view  them  and  curse. 


The  tenderloin  biddies  will  smile  at  the  " kiddies" 

Who  innocent  point  and  say:  "  'Mammy',  what's  that? 

While  the  horrified  mother  will  scowl  at  the  brother, 
Concealing  his  mirth  in  the  dome  of  his  hat. 


In  the  islands  of  coral,  where  natives  immoral 

Dress  only  with  earrings,  such  vileness  would  go ; 

But  a  bad  advertisement  which  merits  chastisement, 
It  is  for  our  city,  as  moral  folk  know. 


All  who  visit  the  Fair  should  protest  to  the  Mayor 

'Gainst  the  nasty  display  in  the  splendid  inclosure, 

And  the  Chief  of  Police  should  be  given  no  peace, 
Till  the  statues  are  jailed  for  indecent  exposure. 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR  11 


THE  BLOT  OF  SHAME 


On  "Opening  Day"  I  first  with  wonder  gazed 
Upon  the  Fair  that  seemed  by  magic  raised, 
The  "Jewel  City"  rising  like  a  dream 
Of  sparkling  gems  with  charming  "color  scheme; 
Mused  o'er  the  beauty  of  each  building  great, 
That  stood  in  splendor  by  the  Golden  Gate ; 
While  gilded  domes  and  decorated  towers, 
With  sculptor's  art,  beguiled  the  happy  hours. 
Charmed  by  the  wonders  at  all  sides  displayed, 
Amazed  I  viewed  each  arch  and  colonnade; 
Admired  the  genius  as  I  paused  to  scan 
Each  grand  conception  of  artistic  man. 
"Inspiring  scene!"  I  uttered,  "Wondrous  place, 
By  men  of  genius  planned  with  peerless  grace ! 
Here  shall  the  millions  of  our  grateful  earth, 
With  wond'ring  eyes  pay  tribute  to  their  worth, 
And  long  as  ling 'ring  mem'ry  shall  delight, 
Recall  the  fairy  scenes  of  beauty  bright." 

Reflecting  thus,  I  rambled  on  alone 
Thro'  State  concessions  and  the  famous  "Zone," 


12  THE    DEVIL   AT    THE    FAIR 

Until  I  entered  a  great  circle  which 

Was  graced  with  colonnades  and  sculpture  rich; 

"Court  of  the  Universe"  by  writers  famed, 

And  "Pagan  Temple"  also  rightly  named. 

There  I  beheld  at  east  and  western  side, 

A  mighty  arch  which  thrilled  my  heart  with  pride. 

Artistic  groups  surmounted  each,  which  meant 

To  symbolize  the  East  and  Occident. 

Inspiring  Art  from  imperfection  free, 

And  "thing  of  beauty"  each  appeared  to  be. 

Entranced  I  gazed  upon  each  noble  group, 

To  envy  which  an  Angelo  might  stoop, 

When  lo !  two  fountains  near  them  caught  my  eye, 

Each  topped  with  naked  angel  standing  high. 

"What's  this?"  I  muttered,  as  I  looked  amazed, 
"Nude  forms  of  sculptured  mortals  oft  are  praised, 
And  yet  an  angel  ne  'er  before,  I  ween, 
With  such  exposure  in  the  world  was  seen. 
Shame  would  forbid  it,  and  'twould  be  good  taste 
To  tie  a  towel  round  each  shocking  waist. 
Lost  Herculaneum's  festive  people  might 
Behold  such  figures  and  esteem  them  right, 
Or  vanished  Carthage  with  complacence  view 
Indecent  angels  without  turning  blue ; 
But  in  the  Fair  where  thousands  shall  parade 
Each  day  to  see  the  wonders  there  displayed, 
The  pure  of  heart  shall  scornfully  decry 
The  blot  of  shame  above  each  fountain  high; 


THE   DEVIL   AT   THE   FAIR  13 

While  smiling  strumpets  may  enjoy  the  sight, 
And  laud  the  smut  which  mars  a  vision  bright.*' 

I  musing  wandered  to  behold  again 
Another  house  disgraced  with  naked  men. 
Each  clumsy  figure  was  entirely  bare, 
Exposing  things  degrading  to  the  Fair. 
A  stranger  looking  at  them,  touched  his  hat, 
And  scowling  asked  me:  "What  d'ye  think  of  that? 
To  me  such  art  appears  extremely  raw, 
And  should  be  censured  and  suppressed  by  law ! ' ' 

"True,"  said  a  passer,  who  had  overheard 
The  man's  remarks,  "the  figures  are  absurd. 
They  thus  exposed  are  surely  out  of  place, 
And  ev'ry  sense  of  decency  disgrace. 
I  own  o'er  modesty  I'm  not  a  crank, 
And  yet  such  statue  work  to  me  seems  rank. 
If  placed  on  sale  in  windows  of  a  store, 
How  soon  we'd  hear  religious  people  roar, 
And  Law's  strong  hand  the  odious  things  remove, 
While  courts  would  fine  and  Justice  would  approve. 
What  thoughts  to  visitors  will  such  suggest 
About  loose  morals  in  the  '  Golden  West, ' 
When  children  point  and  mothers  murmur  'Hush!' 
While  glancing  prudes  and  timid  virgins  blush? 
Shame  on  such  dirty  art !    'tis  far  from  right, 
And  should  be  covered  or  removed  from  sight. ' ' 

"Yes,"  cried  a  Japanese,  who,  standing  near, 
Observed  the  statues  with  a  scornful  sneer. 


14  THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR 

"I've  heard  my  race  unjustly  oft  accused 
Of  moral  failings  and  their  ways  abused ; 
Yet  if  you  search  Japan  from  end  to  end, 
No  sight  like  this  would  decency  offend, 
Nor  in  the  yoshiwarras  of  our  land, 
Such  shady  sculpture  be  allowed  to  stand." 

"Right!"  said  another,  "what  ye  say  is  true, 
They  are  not  fit  for  modest  eyes  to  view. 
Perhaps  officials  of  the  Fair  are  blind, 
Or  careless  of  this  scandal  unrefined. 
I  shall  inform  them,  if  they  heed  it  not, 
Nor  cover  well  each  despicable  spot ; 
To  the  Police  Chief  next  I'll  call  attention, 
To  cover  things  which  prudes  would  blush  to  mention. 
The  Mayor  shall  then  be  told  of  sights  uncouth, 
With  priest  and  parson  who  instruct  the  youth; 
Till  press  and  pulpit  shall  declaim  with  hate 
Against  the  libel  on  our  '  Golden  State. ' 
And  if  the  Fair's  directors,  with  good  sense, 
Conclude  to  hide  vile  objects  of  offense; 
Fix  sculptured  females  to  appear  more  chaste, 
With  proper  garments  girdled  round  the  waist ; 
On  males  place  fig  leaves  which  will  well  conceal 
Offensive  vileness  which  the  fronts  reveal ; 
Then  shall  good  people  all  with  pride  proclaim 
Our  peerless  Fair  without  one  blot  of  shame, 
And  all  the  world  extol  the  splendid  worth 
Of  'Grandest  Fair'  that  'e'er  was  seen  on  earth." 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR  15 


THE  LOVER'S  EMBARRASSMENT 


0  Mother,  I've  been  with  my  beau  to  the  Fair, 

And  gazed  on  its  beauty  entrancing ; 
On  "Tower  of  Jewels"  with  glitter  and  glare, 

And  the  "Zone"  with  its  music  and  dancing. 
'Tis  a  wonderful  sight,  and  I'll  never  forget 

How  it  seemed  like  a  vision  of  Heaven, 
While  the  ocean  was  glowing  with  ruddy  sunset, 

And  the  place  was  illumined  at  seven. 


It  came  like  a  flash  in  a  Fairyland  scene, 

And  the  beautiful  buildings  were  gleaming 
Like  diamonds,  rubies,  and  emeralds  green, 

Or  the  stars  in  the  firmament  beaming. 
Bewildered  I  stood  with  dear  Jim  at  my  side, 

Quite  charmed  with  the  splendor  that  dazed  me, 
When  I  noticed  a  thing  which  a  saint  would  deride, 

On  the  front  of  a  statue  which  fazed  me. 


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'Twas  something  attached  to  a  male  figure  nude, 

Which  'twould  take  a  big  fig  leaf  to  cover, 
And  I  blushed  at  the  sight  of  an  object  so  rude, 

As  I  turned  a  sly  glance  to  my  lover. 
Embarrassed  he  seemed  as  he  reddened  with  shame, 

111  at  ease,  like  a  patient  with  tetter, 
And  he,  stammering,  said:   " Molly,  I'm  not  to  blame, 

But  we'll  look  for  some  sculpture  that's  better." 


Then  he  led  me  away,  and  'twas  easily  seen 

That  he  didn't  know  where  he  was  going, 
Till  we  roamed  to  a  pool  with  a  bottom  of  green, 

'Neath  a  tower  with  a  thousand  bulbs  glowing. 
We  gazed  in  the  water,  then  looking  around, 

Saw  a  lot  of  nude  figures,  so  horrid, 
That  my  bashful  companion  nigh  fell  to  the  ground ; 

While  I  blushed  from  my  toes  to  my  forehead. 


He  turned  just  as  red  as  a  lobster,  and  next, 

His  face  became  ashen  and  haggard, 
And  taking  my  arm  he  seemed  terribly  vexed, 

As  away  from  the  statues  we  staggered. 
"Such  forms,"  he  remarked,  "are  a  shocking  disgrace," 

When  we  "Court  of  the  Universe"  entered, 
Then  he  stopped  nearly  paralyzed,  white  in  the  face, 

As  his  eyes  on  nude  angels  were  centered. 


THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   PAIR  17 

There  was  one  of  each  sex,  and  I,  shrinking,  did  look, 

While  the  naked  male  angel  I  pitied, 
When  I  noticed  an  object  which  shame  would  rebuke, 

On  his  front  which  could  well  be  omitted; 
While  the  female  was  bare  as  a  kitten's  "behind," 

And  was  posed  in  an  awkward  position, 
As  she  fronted  the  male,  and  I  doubt  if  you'll  find 

On  the  earth  such  a  queer  exhibition. 


"Come  away  from  here,  Mary!"  mad  Jimmy  exclaimed, 

"The  place  is  too  vulgar,  Lord  save  us! 
These  scandalous  statues  have  ev'ryone  shamed, 

But  underworld  folks  and  white  slavers. 
Such  a  wicked  display  is  too  nasty  for  us, 

And  I'm  sure  that  the  Devil  would  flee  them," 
He  said  as  we  hurried  away  to  the  bus, 

And  so,  Ma,  you'll  say  when  you  see  them. 


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A  SMUTTY  DISGRACE 


You  may  talk  of  libidinous  revelry  rude 

In  Sodom  and  vanished  Gomorrah; 
Of  the  temples  of  Tyre  with  festivity  lewd 

Which  an  anchorite  thinks  of  with  horror. 
You  may  pity  the  natives  of  tropical  seas, 

Roaming  bare  in  warm  islands  of  coral, 
And  falsely  refer  to  the  clean  Japanese 

As  a  nation  with  customs  immoral. 


But  go  out  to  the  Fair  and  thoughtfully  gaze 

At  the  scandalous  pose  of  each  statue ; 
At  the  naked  posteriors,  fronts  which  amaze, 

On  the  figures  of  clay  looking  at  you. 
Wherever  you  ramble  you'll  glance  with  surprise, 

And  your  spirit  with  shame  be  dejected, 
At  objects  improper  for  innocent  eyes, 

On  the  forms  by  the  sculptors  erected. 


20  THE   DEVIL  AT   THE   FAIR 

Surmounting  great  colums,  nude  figures  of  males 

Are  vulgarity  shamelessly  flaunting, 
And  the  form  of  fair  woman  too  often  prevails 

With  her  nakedness,  modesty  taunting. 
In  the  ''Court  of  the  Universe"  angels  are  seen, 

All  stripped  with  indecent  exposure, 
Degrading  religion,  insultingly  mean, 

And  the  worst  in  the  mighty  inclosure. 


You'll  ask  when  reviewing  the  figures  of  shame: 

Are  the  morals  of  mortals  progressing, 
When  the  angels  of  God  they  so  basely  defame 

With  such  nudity  rudely  distressing? 
And  God-loving  people  who  shrinking  behold 

The  slur  at  sweet  Faith,  so  unholy, 
Will  frown  at  conceptions  indecently  bold, 

And  the  men  with  ideals  so  lowly. 


Call  it  "Art"  if  you  will,  but  a  smutty  disgrace 

It  is  to  our  civilization ; 
Unfit  for  the  children  who  visit  the  place, 

And  a  blot  on  the  name  of  our  nation. 
Shocked  eyes  of  the  millions  may  wondering  stare, 

Yet  few  of  the  throngs  will  approve  them, 
And  well  for  the  fame  of  our  beautiful  Fair, 

To  decently  drape  or  remove  them. 


22  THE   DEVIL  AT   THE  FAIR 


THE  JEWEL  CITY 


If  you  would  behold  a  scene  of  indescribable  beauty ;  a  be 
witching  vision  of  Fairyland  rising  from  the  glory-lighted  bil 
lows  of  the  purple  sea;  a  magic  city  of  splendid  buildings, 
mighty  and  ornate,  with  tinted  domes  and  jeweled  towers, 
stately  colonnades  and  massive  arches  of  surpassing  loveli 
ness,  go  to  the  San  Francisco  Fair.  Go  and  enjoy  the  marvel 
ous  architectural  conceptions;  the  imposing  courts;  the  har 
mony  of  design  with  matchless  color-scheme;  the  glorious  ave 
nues  with  charming  vistas  of  sunlit  magnificence;  the  garden- 
spots  of  emerald  green,  with  waving  palms,  fragrant  blossoms, 
and  orange  trees  with  golden  fruit  that  ripens  in  the  genial 
kisses  of  our  winter  sun. 

See  the  wonders  of  the  famous  "Zone,"  with  its  wild  riot 
of  flaring  colors,  curious  buildings,  mingled  sounds  and  seduc 
tive  entertainments,  with  quaint  groups  of  humanity  from  dis 
tant  lands — a  never-ending  carnival  of  joy. 

View  the  interesting  displays  in  the  Exhibition  Palaces, 
the  State  and  Foreign  Buildings,  and  when  weary — as  you 
will  be  ere  one  thousandth  part  is  seen — go  to  the  "Court  of 


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the  Universe,"  recline  upon  a  sunny  seat  and  muse  on  its  en 
chanting  grandeur;  its  stupendous  columns,  mighty  arches, 
and  sculptured  figures  with  electric  coronals  of  ever-flashing 
lights.  Survey  its  majestic  fountains — masterpieces  of  Art, 
with  countless  jets  that  spurt  with  sparkling  spray,  like  dia 
monds  in  the  dancing  sunbeams.  Then  close  your  eyes  and 
dream  of  Paradise.  Dream  until  the  ruddy  sunset  tints  the 
shimmering  ocean  waves  and  Golden  Gate  with  twilight 's  shift 
ing  hues ;  while  dusky  shadows  slowly  fall  like  curtains  on  the 
day,  and  usher  in  the  starry  night. 

When  soft  and  sweet  as  an  angel  mother's  kiss,  the  cool 
night  zephyr  comes  to  rouse  you  from  your  dreams,  and  awak 
ing,  you  behold  the  gorgeous  ' '  Tower  of  Jewels ' '  glowing  with 
a  million  colored  lights  which  scintillate  like  rainbow-tinted 
gems ;  while  domes  and  spires  and  sculptured  groups,  with  arch 
and  peristyle  and  fountain  jets  are  gleaming  with  electric 
splendor  which  no  tongue  can  picture  or  no  pen  portray ;  then, 
when  gazing  enraptured  on  the  bewildering  scene  of  entranc 
ing  glory,  you  will  breathe  a  grateful  prayer  of  love  for  Cali 
fornia  and  a  blessing  on  the  "Jewel  City"  by  the  sea. 


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